"It's the sword demon!"

"Oh my God~! He actually dared to come to the Wulin League Conference directly. Doesn't he want to live anymore?"

"So scary! He's so bold."

"I'm dead, they're dead!"

"Okay! I was discussing how to eradicate these two demons just now, but I didn't expect that they would come to my door on their own initiative."

"I said, do we need to stay away?"

"Brother, don't be afraid. There are so many people present, not to mention so many martial arts celebrities present. You still need to be afraid of these two demons? Don't lose your own momentum."

The crowd is excited, and this is the crowd is excited.

Some people are blushing, some show fear, but more of them are excited.

The Sword Demon is a nickname recently given to Ding Yi by these people in the world. Because he is good at using swordsmanship and performs the devil's actions, he is named.

Everyone in the world knows that the sword demon is amazing. Even some powerful old seniors can't stop his sword, but they can't stand the many people here today. No matter how strong his sword demon is, can he still fight ten thousand?

What's more, they also have many masters from the giants from all directions and the Five Swords. These people alone may be able to let the Sword Demon drink a pot. At that time, when the Sword Demon is seriously injured, they will rush forward again. Maybe the opportunity to kill the Sword Demon will be on their turn.

This is such a big reputation, who doesn't want it?

"Amitabha, the sword demon donor is very skilled and brave, but the donor is too disregarded to take the world seriously. How could he know that there are people outside of people, and there is the truth outside of heaven."

Master Lejie of Shaolin Temple stood up and chanted the Buddha's name. Although it was calm on the surface, the sharp momentum in his words was not bad at all. If he were ordinary people in the world, he would have been scared by this scene long ago.

"Who is the master?" Ding Yi said.

"Shaolin, Lejie." Master Lejie responded.

Seeing that the limelight was about to be snatched away by the people from Shaolin Temple again, a group of masters from other sects also stood up to express their attitude.

The leader of the Qingcheng Sword Sect was even more impatient. He reached out and his sword was unsheathed, covering it with a pool of swords like clear water.

The other experts, including Lejie, were watching coldly.

The strength of the sword demon is that they have only heard rumors in the world and have never seen it with their own eyes.

Now that the leader Zhu is the first to take action, they are eager to let him try the strength of the sword demon, how can he stop him?

Then Master Zhu doesn’t know what these people are thinking?

No, he knew very well.

But he didn't think that the Sword Demon is really as powerful as the legend in the Jianghu. Others had concerns, but he didn't.

"A group of idiots, these shitty sword demons are just as old as the age of a weak crown. How powerful can they be?" Master Zhu sneered proudly in his heart. He seemed to see the scene of his sword killing the demon and then ascending to the throne of the leader.

The sword was turbulent, and ripples spread in the air, imprisoning Ding Yi's actions like a cage.

Is it just really that way?

The face of the leader Zhu showed a smug smile. Even the heroes in the martial arts world below were calm, as if they were worried that the sword would be killed by the leader Zhu with a sword. Otherwise, they would not have the chance to be famous all over the world.

"Hmm?" Luo Yiyi also frowned at this time, feeling the feeling of being restricted all over her body, and was very unhappy.

However, she believed in Ding Yi, knowing that the guy rushing up in front of her was definitely in trouble. A similar scene had almost been staged hundreds of times, and she was very familiar with this process.

Sure enough, just as the moment Master Zhu approached, Ding Yi drew his sword.

Swish!

A sword light turned into a horse training, like the Milky Way hanging down. The sword light that tore everything easily cut off the sword force of the leader Zhu.

The sword force was destroyed, and as soon as the face of the leader Zhu showed a horror, his limbs separated from his body the next moment, and with a few gorgeous blood flowers blooming in the air, his body fell on the platform with a "thump".

Luo Yiyi had been waiting for this moment. She carried the knife forward and solved the leader Zhu with a neat knife.

Level, upgraded one level.

This scene caused the faces of the masters of all sects who were originally watching the wall to change drastically.

"Devil, how dare you!!!"

"Why don't I dare?" Ding Yi's face was indifferent and he looked at these so-called seniors in the world coldly.

Among the crowds below, there were many outsiders who came to watch the fun. At this moment, seeing the two people on the stage so arrogant, I couldn't help but envy them very much. However, if they and Ding Yi were asked to change, they wouldn't want to.

"These two are too arrogant. Let's see how they die."

Someone said in an extremely sour tone.

On the platform, a group of masters from various sects took action, with swords and swords crushing with great power.

Ding Yi held the hilt of the sword in one hand and looked at the people rushing up with cold eyes.

"Brother Ding" Luo Yiyi was a little nervous. After all, the worst of the dozens of masters in front of him were the same level as the previous Zhu Sect, and the level was around level 60, and even more so, they were already above level 60.

Ding Yi didn't say anything, he just slowly drew out his sword. At the moment the tip of the sword was unshelf, a sword light shone like a long river in front of these masters.

The sharp sword light was like a flash in the pan, and the meteor flew away in a flash.

However, the dozens of masters who rushed up fell to the ground in an instant, their limbs separated and dying.

"Go." Ding Yi said lightly with his sword in the sheath.

Luo Yiyi was stunned for a moment before reacting, and couldn't help feeling shocked. Even though she knew that Ding Yi was very strong, she could only solve the problem with those enemies of more than fifty levels. However, there were dozens of masters of various sects of this level, even stronger, who had only produced one sword.

How strong is Brother Ding?

This question lingers in Loyyi's mind and lingers.

But at this moment she didn't bother to think about so much. The people in front of her were all waiting for her to receive a large amount of experience. If a few of them died, it would be her own loss.

Carrying the knife, Loyyi quickly stepped forward and began to harvest the experience.

In the audience, the thousands of people in the world were stunned and looked dumbfounded. Even after a long time, they still thought they had hallucinations. Otherwise, how could they see someone kill dozens of masters from various sects with one sword? This is simply impossible.

The outsiders who had just mocked Ding Yi and the other two, seemed to be out of their bodies, staring blankly at Luo Yiyi, who was holding a knife on the stage, and were like a fool.

Upgrade! Upgrade! Upgrade!

Luo Yi's level continued to improve. Within just a few minutes, she was promoted to level 50, and then she was promoted to level 3, and then stopped.

Cutting off the last person's head, Luo Yiyi checked her level, and couldn't help but look dazed, feeling like she was dreaming. She never thought that she would one day rise to level 53, and it would have done it in such a short time.

"Brother Ding, otherwise you pinch me and see if I'm dreaming." She said to Ding Yi stupidly.

Ding Yi satisfied her and pinched her.

"Ah~!"

He jumped up with his arms in his arms, and Luo Yi looked aggrieved.

"You're really pinching!"

"I know this time I'm not dreaming." Ding Yi said with a smile.

He followed his glance and said, "Do you still want to upgrade? If all the following people are killed, you can upgrade at least two more levels."

Hearing this, Luo Yiyi looked at the audience and shook her head.

"No, I can't do it anymore, so many people, I can't do it." She stuck out her tongue and said playfully.

Ding Yi smiled, regardless of whether what she said was true or not, it didn't matter to him anyway.

"I'm leaving," he said.

Luo Yiyi was stunned, then showed a reluctant expression and said, "Will we meet again in the future?"

For some reason, Luo Yiyi had a feeling that she would be separated from Ding Yi one day, and she might never meet again in the future.

This feeling came very inexplicably, but it always lingers in her heart.

When he heard Ding Yi's words, Luo Yiyi couldn't help but realize something in his heart.

"Probably not." Ding Yi said, putting one hand on Luo Yiyi's head and laughed at her: "Girl Luo, you won't be reluctant to leave me, right?"

"No!" Luo Yiyi turned his head, secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and pretended to be strong: "I don't know you, so I won't be reluctant to leave you. You are less passionate."

Ding Yi smiled, but did not expose her.

"Let's go, it's time for you to go back to the surface."

Turning around, Ding Yi walked downstairs.

Behind him, Royyi turned his head and looked at him, his eyes red.

"I don't miss you!"

But even she couldn't deceive her.

In the audience, when the heroes of the martial arts world saw Ding Yi coming down, they were so scared that they fled around, thinking that he was not satisfied with killing.

Although they are numerous, the scene just now has already scared them. Now, let alone attack Ding Yi, even if they are standing facing Ding Yi, they can't do it.

It was the train when I came again.

But I came here at the beginning, but this time I left.

In the car, Luo Yiyi kept looking at the scenery outside the window. Although it was just a monotonous view, she seemed to be looking at it very seriously.
To be continued...